Characters: Everyone who's anyone. Meaning the kiddos and the teacher(s, possibly.)Content: For being such losahs, they get to be in remedial classes. And there they will be. Like the Breakfast Club! Kind of.Setting: The classroom.Time: Morning.Warning: Nothing so far...

Dr. Flaggle-floo took a look around the classroom. It was not a good start to her morning. She didn't particularly want to be stuck in this classroom with the delinquents of Starcademy for who knows how long it would take them to become functioning students. Days? Months? No one could say. But oh well. Duty was duty. And this was hers. It takes a village to raise a child! And one badass Dr. Flaggle-floo to whip a few kids into shape. That was how she looked at it, anyway.

She got up from her desk and gave the students a very teacher-y look that said "I am about to address the classroom now, so sit down and shut up." Then she spoke.

"Hello, class. I am Dr. Flaggle-floo, and you are all here because you failed all of your classes last semester. I don't care about how or why that happened, I care about getting you all back on the right track so you don't flunk out. Because everyone is a special delicate flower. And you four just need extra time to blossom. Let's see... we have Snorlax Band from Earth; Misa 164 from Andromeda; Trenton Gansley from Earth, and Selyna from... it doesn't say. Ugh. How bothersome. Anyway, is that all of you?"

It was official. None of these kids did know how to function in a group environment. They couldn't have been raised very well. Any deaf hatchling would know that it was obviously not sleeping time or compupad time! Which lead Misa to the conclusion that she was not sure what time it was...detention time, obviously, but what did that entail? Her first horrid thought was perhaps Dr. Flaggle-floo had told them what they were to do and she somehow missed it in her filtering of unwanted noise? Teachers are not unwanted noise! Unless they are the teachers in the other classrooms and that's confusing.

Misa opened her mouth to ask, snapped it shut and repeated about three more times, looking something like a gasping fish.